an owl in the day lit woods
on puffed out wings
slowly silently slipping
past my peripheral vision
it hunts during the day
there is not enough food this winter
on puffed out wings
slowly silently slipping
past my peripheral vision
it hunts during the day
there is not enough food this winter
a glimpse of the vulnerable
an owl sits beneath his ribs
moving through him silently
keeping a vigil
urging him on
and he keeps his bargain
laying still
keeping a vigil
urging him on
and he keeps his bargain
laying still
To Jim
Love Laurie
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